When Xiao Yifeng held the Dragon Horn in the palm of his hand, the Golden Dragon in his mind suddenly became excited, and he could clearly feel that the Dragon Horn contained an extremely vast energy.
Xiao Yifeng also saw the people from Lingyin Temple and Saint Hall coming to retrieve the Sharira and Heart of the Angel, his eyes narrowed slightly, glittering with light.
When Xiao Yifeng walked out of the auction, Xiao Han approached him.
Xiao Yifeng called out warmly.
"Why would you think of buying this Dragon Horn?"
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and spoke indifferently.
"It felt novel, so I bought it!"
Xiao Yifeng replied directly, not mentioning the Golden Dragon in his mind; after all, that matter was too fantastical.
"This Dragon Horn, according to my conjecture, is probably not an ordinary item. Be careful so it doesn’t attract unwanted attention."
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and reminded him with concern.
"Understood, Third Uncle!"
Having left the Baihui Building, Xiao Yifeng saw the people from the Saint Hall boarding several vehicles and leaving the place.
Xiao Yifeng’s perceptive gaze swiftly expanded, and everything within a ten-thousand-meter radius came clearly into view in his mind.
Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself, his eyes sparkling with a keen light, his mouth curving into an amused smile.
On a street several kilometers away from the Baihui Building, the place had become eerily quiet and deserted, with only a few streetlights on the roadside flickering with dim light.
And there, the vehicle carrying the Saint Hall’s white-robed bishop came to a halt, and the eldest among the bishops suddenly shouted, "Something’s wrong, stop the car!"
Immediately, the two vehicles came to a stop, and all the white-robed bishops got out—six in total—all dressed in white robes, holding white scepters. The eldest bishop was holding a box containing the Heart of the Angel, worth twenty billion.
In no time, several figures appeared; leading them were Elder Du and Lan Tian. Besides them, there were three other elders and dozens of middle-aged men in black shirts, somber-faced and with icy eyes, each boasting the strength of the Gang Qi Realm.
"Who are you? Do you know who we are?"
One of the white-robed bishops asked the group in front of him, emitting an imposing authority.
"We have no desire to be enemies with the Saint Hall, but we must have what you hold in your hands!"
Elder Du spoke coldly, an intangible aura emanating from him, releasing the full force of the Great Perfection Realm, enveloping the surrounding space.
"Hmph, no one has ever dared to rob from the Saint Hall. You are desecrating the divine; today, we will take you Chinese as a sacrifice to our great god!"
The white-robed bishop who previously spoke, continued.
"Sacred Knights, kill!"
The white-robed bishop shouted fiercely, his blue eyes flashing with terrifying killing intent.
Hearing the other party’s words, Elder Du’s expression involuntarily changed.
Following that, a series of heavy footsteps echoed from all around.
The next second, about thirty figures clad in white armor, wielding broad longswords, and wearing white helmets, emerged as if they were ancient warriors, radiating an aura of bloody ruthlessness.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in golden armor, holding a golden longsword, tall in stature, with blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and golden hair, his presence exuding a terrifying aura.
These were the members of the Saint Hall Knights, whose reputation was well-known far and wide.
Seeing the arrival of the Saint Hall Knights, faces of Elder Du and the others all turned solemn and tense.
The man in golden armor issued a cold command, swinging his longsword.
At once, the thirty-odd members of the Saint Hall Knights charged towards Elder Du and his companions, surrounding them in an instant. Each one of them emitted a fearsome imposingness, all possessing strength beyond the Gang Qi Realm.
"Protect the young master, kill!"
Elder Du shouted in a deep voice, a terrifying momentum erupting from his body as he propelled forward, his palms blasting out in succession. With this, he sent several members of the Saint Hall Knights flying, spitting blood as they collapsed onto the ground.
The other three elders also took action, both protecting Lan Tian and fighting fiercely against the members of the Saint Hall Knights.
The man in golden armor let out a loud shout, his body shooting forward as he swung his golden sword fiercely towards Elder Du. A dazzling sword beam slashed down, ripping a gash through the void.
Seeing the powerful sword strike coming his way, Elder Du’s expression darkened, a surge of True Qi flowing within him, his hands forming a seal.
A palm impression burst forth, colliding with the sword beam, instantly unleashing a fearsome energy shockwave. Waves of energy spread out, forcing both parties to repeatedly retreat.
The man in golden armor unleashed another fierce sword attack, a surge of white light flowing through his body. The golden sword in his hand released a divine energy, suddenly amplifying the power of his sword strike.
Elder Du also unleashed his full strength, striking out with a fierce palm to meet the attacker’s sword. A deafening explosion echoed, and waves of True Qi energy swept over like a tidal wave, sending all those nearby flying.
Elder Du spat out a mouthful of blood, his body retreating continuously, his complexion turning slightly pale.
At this moment, many of the Lan Family’s experts had already fallen, leaving only the three elders, with peak strength from the Qi Condensation Realm, continuing to hold back the Saint Hall Knights’ elites.
"You two, go and deal with them!"
At this time, the white-robed bishop holding the Heart of the Angel spoke to two of the bishop, and instantly, both men charged forward. But in a mere moment, the faces of the five white-robed bishops changed.
A thick, pungent scent of blood permeated the air, as dozens of men in black tailcoats and golden hair appeared like shadows.
Each with a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes and a thick scent of blood around them, their pale, colorless complexions were frightening to behold in the darkness.
"You damned vampires dare to show yourselves, you’ve really got some nerve!"
The oldest white-robed bishop glared coldly at the group.
"Hand over the Heart of the Angel, or we will drain all your blood today!"
The leader among them, his pale face donning a sinister smile, licked his crimson lips with his tongue, exuding a seductive aura.
"Hmph, you want to drink our blood? Let’s see if you despicable vampires have the skills," the white-robed bishop retorted coldly. Immediately, the other four bishops gripped their staffs tightly and slammed them down fiercely, causing the ground to shatter. Their staffs shone with white light, and a holy aura surrounded them.